Perilous Situation

Tags: #dom:f #sub:f #modern_setting #fear #orgasm_control #hypnosis #aftercare

Summary:

Agent Nine has been captured by her nemesis, Countess Evila. But this time, she's not playing around. She left Agent Nine tied up and trapped between a vibrator and a ticking bomb. Is it really the end for her?

Disclaimers:

All the people involved in this story are explicitly adult - both of the characters are 26.

A hand grasps my hair, sharply tugging it to force me to look up. I blink myself awake, and let my gaze refocus.

The first thing I see is a pair of green eyes. Then, the full face of Evila. It takes me a moment to recognize her.

The self-proclaimed Countess Evila. Main operative and most prolific agent of the terrorist organization Shadow. I've been trying to stop her for months.

"Mhngh!" I jerk towards her to take her down, but my hands are trapped. It feels like they're handcuffed behind me.

Evila chuckles at my ineffective attempt. She's grinning like a cat who caught a mouse.

So, then, I'm stuck to this chair. Still in my civilian clothes, too, just a T-shirt and a tiny short. It's a bit humiliating.

I wiggle. There's ropes around my ankle holding them against the chair, and there's a piece of cloth between my lips preventing me from talking. Yeah. It seems like I'm not getting out of there right away.

"Always feisty as ever, Agent Nine."

She traces a finger along my jaw, sensually gliding near my lips and the gag cleaving them.

"You fell into my trap so easily. It's such a shame, but I'll be more than happy to get rid of you."

For a second, her words hurt more than I would have thought, but then I remember. I've been a pain in her side for a while, always foiling her plans. Of course she'll be happy once I'm not here to do that.

"So, to make sure you don't come back, I devised a more... Permanent solution."

"Ngh!" She jerks my head to the side, turning it towards...

It's a bomb.

There's a bundle of three red cylinders, with some wires coming out of them and taped to what appears to be a clock. It's the stereotypical explosive device. The kind you only see in movies, the kind that blows up whole buildings with it. But this one, this one is real.

My eyes are wide in fear.

"That's right, Agent Nine. Looks like today is the end for you."

No. Nononono. I start struggling in my chair, twisting my wrists against the cuffs to find a way to slip my hands out, but there's none. My arms stay firmly stuck behind the chair.

Gathering my strength, I lean forward, pushing against the chair to try to break it. But, it holds. It doesn't feel like it's going to break any time soon.

Evila simply pushes me back down with one hand, and tugs my hair harder with the other. I whimper at the pain.

"Too late, Agent Nine. You can't get away now."

I feel tears in my eyes, but force myself to look up at her pleadingly.

"Don't worry," she continues. "I plan to make your last few moments very... Enjoyable."

Her hand finally leaves my hair, letting my head slump down. I whine in relief, trying to settle my breath after that assault.

I don't even have time to collect my thoughts. A few seconds later, I can see something slip into my field of view.

It's a magic wand, a round ball on one end and a wire coming out the other. It looks like it's turned off for the moment.

Evila is slowly gliding it between my legs, teasing my inner thighs with it before pressing it against my crotch.

"Mngh!" I protest and wiggle, but without much success.

"That's right." She simply says as she slides it exactly in the right spot, but without turning it on. "Now, let me just..."

She pulls a roll of electric tape with her other hand, and starts wrapping it up around my leg - binding the wand tightly against my crotch.

I can't really try to push her away like that. All I can do is wait until she's done. It takes a few moments, but she manages to firmly secure it.

"Here. Tell me, how does that feel?"

She pushes the control up, and...

"Nnh!"

The buzzing head starts vibrating. It's pressing on my clothes, both shorts and panties inbetween it and me, but positionned right on top of my clit.

I start wiggling my hips to try to move it away.

"Great." She concludes, and lets a few more moments of silence be filled with the buzzing as she cuts the roll of tape away, finishing her work of securing everything together. "I think that's it, then."

I look back up at her face. She's looking at me appreciatively.

"Well, as nice of a company as you are, it's time for us to say goodbye."

She turns towards the bomb, and starts pressing the buttons on its panel. A red timer appears.

2:00. 1:59.

It's counting down. I can't stop staring at it.

I feel her lean towards me. Her hand slides alongside my legs as I can hear her breath next to my ear.

There's a second soft click.

"Nngh!" I jerk as the vibration between my legs gets that much more intense, my eyes still transfixed by the timer.

1:53. 1:52.

"This should help you with making your prayers." She whispers.

Hands grope my breasts. She kisses my ear, nibbling on it. I'm too fuzzed to really process it.

Then, she straightens up. "Too bad I can't really enjoy you like that, but I'd rather get away before it blows up."

1:43. 1:42.

I can't get my eyes away from it.

A soft laugh fills the room as Evila walks away.

"Sayonara, Agent Nine. I hope you enjoy yourself until the end!"

1:37. 1:36.

She's gone. And all I'm left with is the ticking bomb.

I start struggling against my bonds. The wand between my legs is feeling so good, but it's all tainted by my growing fear.

My hands twists as I try my hardest to find some slack, somewhere. I try to wiggle them, to twist them, to pull on them. To find a way to get the cuffs off so I can get away.

I keep feeling my anxiety rising as I watch the numbers tick down inexorably.

I don't want to die like this.

1:22. 1:21.

My struggles are to no avail. The handcuffs are unforgivingly tight, firmly holding my wrists stuck behind the chair. My ankles are tied to the feet of the chair, and I can't move them away at all. And even while I wiggle, all I ever manage to do is...

"Nngh!"

Fuck. Whenever I move this way, I just press the wand harder against my clit, making it that much more sensitive. It's not helping me escape, and the timer is...

1:01. 1:00

0:59

The first digit ticking down sends another shiver of fear along my spine. I have so little time left. If I don't escape soon, the bomb will make sure it will be my last escape attempt ever.

But, no matter how hard I try, I still can't break free. The chair and bonds hold me too firmly, it's all too strong to break, and I'm starting to be out of breath.

0:43. 0:42.

All I ever manage to do is to press the wand harder against my crotch. Everything else I do seems useless while that involuntary movement is making it so much harder to keep my focus. And despite it, I keep doing it, repeating the mistake over and over, losing several precious seconds each time I let my mind wander...

My body is pushing against the wand on its own as I'm losing myself into how good it feels. I keep mashing my legs together harder just to feel more of these vibrations. I know I should try to escape, and I try to refocus and to go back to...

0:21. 0:20. 0:19.

I refocus just in time to see the two turning into a one, and I'm not any closer to freeing myself. I start to feel hopeless.

The vibrations feel so, so good. I can feel how damp I am, I can feel how close I am to a mind-blowing orgasm. I know that, with the wand at this power pressed against me for that long, I'll cum before I know it.

But I don't have time for that. I only have a handful of seconds left. I can feel all of my fear, fear of failure, fear of dying like this, blocking me from release. And it's getting even more poignant, as the timer...

0:10. 0:09.

Ticks below ten seconds.

I sob, and I press the wand even harder into my clit.

That's it. It's over. I can't escape. No matter what I do, there's no way for me to free myself and turn the bomb off with so little time.

It's the end.

I can feel myself tense even more at that feeling. It's not relief, it's not acceptance.

Tears of frustration start filling my eyes. I'm so fucking angry at how much time I lost to this fucking wand, so angry at how good it's still making me right now, so pissed at myself and how, even now, I can't resist that stupid thing as it's bringing me so very close to the best orgasm I ever fucking...

My eyes haven't left the countdown, and it ticks down to 0:05.

And the wand just keeps vibrating, it's not even going harder, but the pleasure is rising up and up despite me.

0:04

The edging and exhaustion and arousal and frustration and everything else start mixing together. The maelstrom of sensations are too much to really proces, and I let a whimper out as...

0:03

More tears start to flow, I can't even stop myself from fucking crying and that somehow feels even pitiful than everything else as I'm going to be bested by a pair of handcuffs and a wand like a pathetic slut, and despite that I still feel the pleasure just threatening to...

0:02

take over, and my vision becomes blurred as my eyes fill with tears, and I let myself moan in pleasure as it starts being so hard to focus on the outside world, as the orgasm finally pushes through...

0:01

and shatters through my whole body, and I moan even harder as I feel it all crashing down, my last thoughts being that I at least got to experience it all before...

*Beep*. *Beep*. *Beep*. *Beep*.

I'm too stuck into the moment to think about the sound, the surprise of still being alive not really registering.

I see a movement followed by a *clack* sound, but I'm barely aware of it through my orgasmic haze. I just keep riding the wand, hard, pushing through my clit's growing sensitivity that borders on uncomfortable just to keep feeling something, so afraid to lose that too while everything keeps being so fuzzy, so indistinct.

I feel something touch my legs, and I perceive more than I understand the vibrations stopping. I keep pressing myself against the plastic head, pushing my crotch against its comforting solidness even as it stops vibrating me all the way into oblivion.

I'm shaking. I know I am, even though I can't stop myself. I also know I'm crying, but I can't stop myself either. It's all still so intense, so overwhelming.

I can feel a soft hand stroking my cheek, gently rubbing it as I try to calm down, as I try to stop jerking so hard against my bonds.

"Nina." someone whispers, and I unsuccessfully lean into the hand. "Shh. It's okay. Let all of these suggestions fade, now, let the ropes and cuffs disappear, let yourself notice things aroud you as everything returns to normal."

I slump forward, barely aware of the fact I'm no longer holding my hands taut behind me. I fall into a soft, cushy embrace, which holds me securely up against the chair.

Fingers gently stroke my hair. I'm still fuzzy, still exhausted, but it's comforting. It helps bring me back. Slowly, I let my gaze refocus.

The first thing I see is a pair of green eyes. Then, the visage of Helen, close to mine, and smiling.

I try to smile back at her, but I'm not sure if it works well.

"Hey." She whispers. "Are you okay, Nina?"

"Yush." I try to say, the answer automatic. But it feels like I'm biting into something.

She smiles again, then her hand on my hair slides down. I can feel it fiddling with something behind my head.

There's a damp feeling as the piece of cloth is untied, and falls away from my lips.

"Here you go. And..."

When her hands comes back up, it's holding a water bottle. I'm grateful enough when she tilts it into my mouth, and I gulp the water down.

"So, was it good?"

I close my eyes. It's still raw, but thinking about it, the arousal, the fear, it was so...

I nod, and swallow again before I trust myself to talk.

"It was intense." I say. "Good intense." I add while reopening my eyes, looking back towards Helen. My voice is less broken than I thought it would be, but I guess the scene only lasted a few minutes.

"I'm glad." she replies with a caring smile. "Seeing you lose yourself like that was... Something else. Very hot, even more than usual coming from you."

I don't immediately know what to answer, so I just smile back at her.

We stay like this a moment, just staring at each other. My gaze is drawn to her green eyes, and I can't help but think about how pretty and sparkly they always...

"Up, Nina." She chides me, and I blink. My face feels slack, but I wasn't... "Right, you're still probably a bit fuzzy right now. Want to get up from this chair and into the couch?"

I nod, and lean into her hands as she helps me up. We're in the middle of the kitchen, but the living room is just around the corner.

"One sec, let me just." There's a tug on my thigh, then the sound of an outlet being unplugged. "Okay." concludes Helen. "I'll remove the wand and the tape once we're both comfortable."

I completely forgot that the wand was still taped to my leg. Just shows how out of it I am, I guess.

She gently guides me away from the kitchen, and we both drop into the couch.

I immediately nuzzle into her shoulder. She starts fiddling with my leg to unwrap the wand from it.

"That really tired you out, right?" She says as she finishes her work. It stings a bit as it gets unsticked from my skin, but it's not enough to make me flinch or anything.

"Mh-hm." I say. "Adrenaline drop."

"Right, I guess it would." She finally removes all the tape, and crumples it before throwing it to the side. "For me it all felt a bit silly, throwing one-liners like that, but I guess I didn't have any suggestions implanted in my brain."

I take a few moments to think more about it. Trying to find the right words. I'm not even sure if I should talk about it, but I know Helen will listen and I really want to talk.

"It felt real." I sigh. "Like, not horrible-real, but I was definitely afraid. I really fought hard to free myself. I... I knew I would die if I didn't break free, and I really didn't want to die. And when I couldn't get away, I kept being angry at myself for not fighting enough and..."

My voice breaks. Helen's arms surround me, holding me tight against her.

"It's okay, Nina." she says. "It over now, and now you know it wasn't real. How about we just cuddle for a while? Would you like that?"

I nod, pulling her against me in turn. Her hand goes back to stroking my hair.

Afterword:

An idea that wouldn't get out of my head. Peril is fun, it really makes it so much more intense when you start fearing for your life. What happens after isn't as fun, though, so turning it into a scene was a prety logical step!

Several elements from this scene were inspired by SexObsessedLesbian's We have ways of making you talk. It's a way more lighthearted story than this, very fluffy, and I really recommend it!